The Truth About Me-self

Three continuous off-days. Phew, I'm glad it's coming to an end. I've to endure another 15 more hours before I can be back in my office and attending to a dozen things that'll keep my brain ticking. No. Don't mistake me to be a workaholic. I'm not. It's just that I don't seem to have an active social or any other kind of life outside my office. I'm become to be scared of weekends because I've absolutely nothing left to do when I'm home. Yes I still watch a lot of movies but there's a limit to everything, isn't it? Six movies a day with at least four of them as back to back is all that I can afford on an off-day. This has never happened to me before. I mean, I used to be a man with varied interests and a weekend from work was something I always looked forward to in the past. I hangout with a dear friend or go for a long ride with my camera, or sit home and write a story, or... But now? What happened? How did I end up becoming like th

It's been ages since I wrote something. Now my brain, my heart and my fingers are itching to write about something. Something... But what? About Sachin's retirement? About movies, music, technology? My knowledge is failing my brain, my heart and my fingers. I haven't read about anything in the past few months. I haven't even read the daily newspaper. What could come out of an empty mind? And so here I'm, waiting, falling apart, trying the best to squeeze out 'something' from me, which is not there!